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Nov 2011
...She gazed into the pond. She was drowning.

Until she glanced at her left side, and she realized
SHE HAD GONE COMPLETELY INSANE.


What lies behind it? And what happens if I gaze upon this reflection?
I'm looking at nothing. Nothing. It's only my own reflection,
except inverted.


I must not look at it, because it is inverted.
I must not look at it.
I must not look at it.
I must not look at it.
I must not look at it.
I must not look at it.
I must not look at it.




**I WOULD RATHER GOUGE OUT MY EYES WITH MY BARE FINGERS
BEFORE LOOKING AT THAT HORRIBLE INVERTED REFLECTION
Arthropod King
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Arthropod King
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   Ellis Reyes
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